The Goddess of Halloween
by: Carole Rae
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Slamming her foot down, she finally killed the annoying rat that had been scampering along the floor. She lightly smiled and propped her head on her fist and closed her eyes. Her time has ended and now she will be in this prison for 364 days.
“Would you like more tea my dear?” One of the crows asked.
She shrugged, “I'm fine thank you.” Letting a huge yawn shake her whole body, she finished off her tea and set it to the side.
There was a light tap and the old door creaked open. She didn't have to open her eyes to know who it was, “What the Hell do you want, Clause?”
Clause smiled and even though he spoke quietly, his voice still boomed and made the dark room seem alive, “I just brought you some comfy clothes and some food my dear Goddess of Halloween. ”
Opening her eyes, she gazed at Clause and her heart stopped. The rumors of Clause being fat was ludicrously wrong. He was a God. Literally and figuratively. His bright bleach blonde hair made his ice colored eyes sparkle. Clause's body was the opposite of jolly, it was sensational. Pretending to not notice how attractive he was, she hissed, “Why must I be chained in here like some damn animal? Who died and made Him God?”
Clause calmly set her things down and sat across from her. She sucked in her breath when his cool eyes settled on hers, “He created us and that includes you. Besides, you know exactly why you are locked up.”
“Ooooh. But I didn't mean to nearly kill that freakin' rabbit. We had a fight and....GAH! Why am I explaining myself to Santa. Hell.” She looked away and kicked away the crows.
“I know....Rabbit had it coming, but you nearly killed him. Just think though...three more years and then you are free. Also every Halloween He lets you have a day of freedom.”
She heaved a sigh “I suppose, but I'm just sooooo lonely,” She grinned as she noticed Clause's ice eyes glazing over her shapely and sexy figure, “Perhaps we could, well, entertain each other.”
Clause lifted an eyebrow, but said nothing. The tick, tocks of the old clocked seemed to go on for an eternity while they looked at each other. She uncrossed her long legs and stood. As if she had forever, she made her way to Clause's lap. With careful and tender movements, she straddled him and wrapped her pale arms around his neck. He, likewise, slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. Before her lips could scrape his, Clause tried to push her away, but she would not be moved, “Relax and enjoy Halloween my dear Santa Clause.”